This is a work of fiction. All participating characters are over the legal age of 18. Any character descriptions matching real individuals are purely coincidental. This story contains group sex, incest, minor BDSM, and bisexuality, but is primarily set in the Exhibitionist & Voyeur category.
If the themes here are not to your liking, you are within your rights to look elsewhere to jerk off. Otherwise, enjoy!
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Daniel Jacobs strolled into the front lobby of Hands On Fitness, the gym in the local strip mall. He'd heard good things about the gym, had read a handful of positive reviews, and was eager to join. He stood at six feet tall and had 180 pounds of lean muscle, brown hair and blue eyes. He hadn't had an opportunity to visit a gym in a few weeks, after moving into town from halfway across the country, and was feeling a bit of stress at having to use the equipment at home. He needed a break from the treadmill. He needed to be with like-minded souls.
At first glance, Hands-On Fitness looked like an office building. There was a front desk with a pair of employees, a card reader, and some paperwork. The rest of the lobby looked barren save for a pair of escalators, an elevator, a couple of vending machines and a set of chairs near a wide window. Daniel assumed that the gym area was on the upper level, but he couldn't see anything from his angle near the escalators. As he tried to get a good angle, one of the desk clerks called out to him.
"Excuse me, are you a member here?" She asked, causing Daniel to turn and look at her. She was thin and young-looking, probably in her mid-twenties. She had short brown hair and matching eyes, a round face, and wore a pair of diamond earrings. She was dressed in a navy blue polo shirt, which bore the gym's name across her ample breasts, and a pair of yoga pants that left very little to the imagination in terms of shapely hips.
Daniel smiled as he approached the desk, "Hi, I'm Daniel Jacobs, I'm new in town and I was hoping to join the gym." He said, putting on his best 'hello there' face. The clerk looked at him for a moment before she typed up a few things on the keyboard.
"It doesn't look like we have your name on file. Can I have some ID to prove you're over 21 years old?" She asked, looking up.
Daniel blinked but opened up his wallet and pulled out his ID, handing it to the girl, glancing at her name tag, which read 'Sabrina'.
Sabrina looked at the ID, smiled, and handed it back to him, "Twenty-five years old, born March 21st, 1999." She said, frowning, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jacobs, but it doesn't look like you have a sponsor."
Daniel blinked, surprised, "A sponsor for what?" he asked.
Sabrina smirked, "This gym is exclusive, and we have a very specific clientele in mind. New members have to have a member sponsor you to join and you have to be over the age of 21 to be eligible. It's mainly for security reasons. We have certain guidelines we have to follow for joining and being a member of the gym."
"Like what?" asked Daniel, leaning in.
Sabrina hesitated, but after a glance at her fellow, who had picked up a few files and went into the elevator, she leaned in and whispered, "It's a very specific set of rules we can't share with anyone that isn't a member. If you want to know, find someone who is and ask them."
"And who do you suggest I ask? I just moved into my new house last week, I hardly know anyone's neighbourhood" Daniel said, crossing his arms.
Sabrina glanced at the info on his ID and smirked, "I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, Mr. Jacobs, but I can't disclose any information on members. I can't, for example, tell you that a member lives at number 17 Walden Street. I'd like to help you, but there's nothing I can do. Now, if you find a sponsor, I look forward to seeing you again, but right now, I must ask you to please leave and have a nice day."
Daniel shrugged, took his ID, left the gym, and was about halfway home when he realized Sabrina had given him a golden nugget of info. He moved to 15 Walden Street. Sabrina had dropped that four gym members lived at 17 Walden, the house immediately to his left. He could go there and ask for sponsorship. He practically sprinted the rest of the way home, stripped naked as soon as he closed the front door, and hopped in his shower to make himself look presentable.
He had no idea who his neighbours were, but surely they wouldn't take kindly to a new neighbour popping in smelling and looking like a sweaty mess. Once we were bathed and dressed in a T-shirt and denim shorts, we walked over to the neighbour's door and knocked thrice.
He heard movement a split second later and the door opened to reveal the face and body of a beautiful blonde woman, who looked about forty or so, with piercing green eyes and a dazzling smile, dressed in a leopard pattern tube top, covering a pair of D-cup breasts and matching yoga pants that showed off her curves.
"Hello?" The woman said.
Daniel blinked and cleared his throat, "Uh...Hi, I'm Daniel. I just moved in next door and I...well..." He stammered before he collected himself and added, "This is awkward, I tried joining Hands On Fitness just up the road and was told I needed a sponsor, and the clerk, Sabrina, name-dropped your house and..."
"And you thought you'd just come here and ask for sponsorship, no questions asked, and expected me to just hand it over, no questions asked?" The woman barked, her eyes turning hostile and her smile faded into a sneer.
Daniel gulped, "I, that wasn't..." but then he stopped and took a step back, "You're right. This was a bad idea. I'm sorry, have a nice day." he said, as he turned to leave.
The woman's face softened and she quickly stepped outside and grabbed his shoulder. "Wait, no, I'm sorry. I was trying to make a joke." She said, "My brother says I haven't learned the art of subtlety. I'm Martha, Martha Beckett."
"Daniel, nice to meet you," Daniel replied, holding out his hand.
Martha shook it and stepped back, "Would you like to come inside?" She asked.